| We call it lady nowdays, when you’re put down with your panties, issues maid!
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| And when you’re making my bed, remember you have to make yourself
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| But I don’t know where it’s going
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| I’ve got a picture of 'em all
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| If it’s going deathrow?
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| I’ve got a picture of 'em all
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| And you know who’ll cause it
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| — that's your home
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| And time’s out on the street
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| If time eats, then it’s fought by a warrior
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| You’ve got lust for b love
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| You’ve got anything life could need
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| But I don’t know'
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| That’s your women — let your women dry
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| Every head in Kine — let your women dry
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| Everywhere, I trust ' let your women dry
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| Everywhere, I seek my purity in love affairs
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| I wanna beat you in all
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| I want beat but it’s all to much now
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| I’ve got lust for b love
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| I’ve got anything life could need
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| But I don’t know
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| That’s your women |